A young boy awakens to a sharp, cold pain... (Lucas)

Jolting upright, Lucas awakes in a cold sweat, grasping at the part of his arm that was so cruelly bitten by a certain Pokemon. Smugly smiling and chuckling beside his bed sat Shale, a bratty, annoying, and most of all, excessively curvacious shortstack of a Sneasel that acted as his mother's personal "pet." Though she insists she hasn't done anything, with how obediently Shale acts around her, and how perverse the little brat could be, Lucas could only imagine just what sort of things his mother did with the Pokemon. As his mind wandered, he reached a sensible conclusion as he remembered something. Man, my dad was a lucky dude...

Stretching and spinning around to glare halfheartedly at the smug pokemon beside his bed, Lucas lazily flopped his legs off the side of the bed, swinging his limp arms behind him. Doing a final shoulder roll to relieve some tension, he finally stood up, gazing down at the three foot tall ice and dark type, pondering why his mother chose such an odd cat... Rat... Thing, over the more popular home pet choices, like Growlith, or Poochyena, heck, even those weird Galarian zappy dogs would be better than this annoyingly sexy brat.

Having little time to ponder however, the Sneasel before him spoke, something some Pokemon slowly evolved to do over the course of the last few centuries. "Hey, trainer-to-be, Mommy says she needs ya for somethin'."

Turning away from the short, oddly southern pokemon, Lucas grabbed his coat, hat, and pants, mumbling a response to the large-clawed shortstack before kicking her out. "Yeah, yeah. Now shoo, I gotta get dressed."

Now donning his full attire, complete with a backpack full of Pokeballs to catch his first sex sla- er, "companion," medicine to keep said "companion" healthy after any intense battles with more feral Pokemon, repels to keep away said feral pokemon (and maybe some hornier non-feral ones, depending on the situation), and finally, his last allowance check he got before his dad left for Kanto to research other sexy pokebabes or something.

Feeling prepared, and opening the door to his room, he marched towards the stairs as a sudden sense of confidence washed over him. This was it, his big day. He had waited years for this, and now, finally, he was eighteen. Soon, he'd become a legal Pokemon Trainer, and soon, he wouldn't have to put up with Sneasel's bratty behaviour anymore.